I've Got Your Number

Poppy Wyatt, a physiotherapist in London, is about to marry Magnus Tavish, a brilliant and charming academic from an intimidating family of intellectuals. At a hotel afternoon tea with friends, the antique emerald ring that has been in his family for generations goes missing. Then a thief snatches her phone. Desperate for a number the hotel can call if the ring turns up, Poppy picks up a phone she finds in a bin.

It belongs to Sam Roxton, an executive whose personal assistant has just walked out and dumped the company phone. He wants it back; Poppy needs it a little longer. They agree she will forward his emails and messages while she keeps the number. Soon Poppy is reading his inbox, replying to people on his behalf and meddling in his life, while Sam becomes the person she texts about everything. Meanwhile her future in-laws make her feel small, her wedding plans grow complicated and she starts to notice odd things going on at Sam's company. Many jokes come in footnotes, a Kinsella trademark.

Breezy and cheerful, perfect for a holiday read. About 448 pages in paperback.